It's Officially Gone.

My brain, that is. I first noticed it about six months ago when I started doing things like pouring orange juice into my cereal bowl. There are days I don't notice my shirt is on backwards until I'm getting ready for bed, and heaven forbid I actually turn the oven on before dinner's been in there for an hour, not cooking.

I used to think I was a relatively intelligent person, at least the three little bonus words on my diploma suggest something to that effect. Now I have trouble remembering how to spell the word "scissors." The other day, the phrase: ..."Cambodia, or some other South American country..." actually came out of my mouth. How embarrassing.

It's not just spelling and geography; my common sense is completely shot, too. Apparently, honey bears are not microwavable. And microfiber throw pillows really do melt in the dryer, in case you were wondering.

There are at least two or three more anecdotes I intended to include in this post, but for the life of me, I can't remember what they were...

If I were a Hatbox

My cousin Laura has this darling little shop of handmade boxes and accessories. She names her product styles after people she knows, like "Joan" (named for our aunt, who is the embodiment of sophistication and class).

There's a set called "Joyce," after our old fashioned, sweet grandmother:

And I don't know Mirinda- but based on her boxes, I'll bet she's as trendy and fashionable as they come.


It's been a while since I looked at Laura's stuff, but today I found this new set on her website:


It's called "Katy." I'm so flattered! Laura definitely has a talent for making beautiful things, and I'm excited she would use my name to describe some of them.

I've always craved classification- I want to be known as something, whether it's "classy" like Aunt Joan, or "intelligent" like my dad, or "artistic," "athletic," etc. It's human nature to wonder what other people think of you, right? To want to know, if someone were to name a hatbox after you, if it would be hot pink leopard print or lace and pearls? Now I know!

Maddi in Pictures

Madison's third month has been as fun as her first two were tough-- we've been enjoying her so much we haven't taken the time to post much lately. So here's an update, in photos:

Nine days old

First bath- she screamed through most of it, but the worst part was the "how could you do this to me" look on her face. Must not have been too traumatizing, because she loves bath time now.

Madison has the amazing ability to somehow wriggle any hat or headband we put on her down over her eyes. When she does it with a beanie she looks like a little hoodlum.

I'll be so sad when she grows out of this little bunny suit!

Too long for newborn size clothes, but too skinny for the 0-3 months size... these cute little sweats Maddi inherited from her cousin Darcy just drown her!



Maddi's Blessing (or Christening): my mom made this gorgeous silk gown with so many delicate details- she's incredible! (The inspiration for the dress sells for over $200; my mom made it for $40!) My little contribution was the bracelet- that's about the extent of my craftiness.



*Thanks to my sister-in-law Michelle for the last three beautiful pictures! http://davidson-photos.com/

View Madison's entire album here

Perks

Vocal Point has three big concerts this weekend, and this morning when I pulled out Micah's performance clothes to iron them, I realized something:

Thanks to three years in this group, Micah will never have to buy khakis again.

Or blue shirts,

black shirts,


yellow ties,


or polos.

Now if we could just get the BYU School of Music to fund MY wardrobe...

All I Needed

...was a little validation: